She flashed more than her smile!

I laughed as I wrote this one. Hope you do, too.

The prompt: The old house with its wildly overgrown garden was silent, secretive,

The old house with its wildly overgrown garden was silent, secretive, and exactly what Megan wanted. “It’s perfect,” she said.

        The realtor put her phone away. “The owner wants first and last month’s rent and a $500 cleaning deposit. He said he’d come by later to trim the trees.”

        “Tell him I like it the way it is.”

        “But you could have a view of the lake.”

        “I prefer privacy.”

        Later that week Megan lay in the sun completely nude when a man in overalls entered the yard with a chainsaw. He stopped and stared. “Little breezy, ain’t it?”  

  

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Merry Christmas to all! And to all, a good night!

This week’s prompt: He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but

Ebenezer blew out the candle. He fluffed up his pillow, closed the bed curtains and settled down for a long winter’s nap. “I’ve been working too hard,” he muttered. Marley, you old dog. You can’t scare me. “Bah! Humbug!” He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but joyous carolers sang outside on the street below. A sudden thud struck his window. “Stupid fools!” He tore open the shutter and threw up the sash. “Be gone or I’ll call the constable!” A snow ball struck him on the head and he fell backwards onto the bed. “Bah! Humbug!”

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Brrrrr!

Cell phones are amazing. How did we ever get along without them? Believe it or not, there are still places on the planet where there’s no coverage.

Today’s prompt: She kept checking her phone and email, wishing someone would make contact.

Antarctica had always been her dream. Not anymore. Dr. Karen Hancock sat in her cabin staring at her phone. The ship would leave shortly and once at sea, all contact with civilization would end. Karen’s world would shrink to the size of the scientific station at McMurdo Bay. She kept checking her phone and email, wishing someone would make contact—someone named Dr. Mike O’Dell, her dentist. After he’d filled her dental caries last summer, they’d fallen in love. But while she studied penguins on the ice shelf, would he wait? Suddenly a text message buzzed. I’ll always love you.   

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Falling Fast!

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I have no desire to go into space but I enjoy Star Wars and Guardians of the Galaxy!

Prompt: As he fell he waited for

After orbiting the earth three times, Friendship 7 plummeted through the atmosphere. John Glenn sat in the cramped capsule, his gaze fixed on the altimeter. He made it, thank God! The heat shield hadn’t come loose and the capsule hadn’t burned during the descent. At one point during the flight, he had to abandon the automatic control system, using the manual electrical fly-by-wire system instead. As he fell, he waited for the parachutes to open. In a few minutes he’d splash down in the Atlantic. Navy helicopters would come to his rescue and his life would be forever changed.

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The Bully in the Classroom

This week’s flash fiction takes place in the classroom. Schools campaign against bullying but sometimes the teacher is the bully.

The prompt: His voice had never sounded so cold.

Mr. Garbett had been teaching math more than thirty years. Hallie knew this because he had taught algebra when her mother was in school. “We multiply the coefficients,” he droned in a nasal whine, all the while scribbling numbers on the white board. “What happens to the exponents in the equation?”  The room was silent. Seventh graders twirled their pencils and stared at the clock. Only Hallie raised her hand. “Multiply?” she guessed. “Have you been listening for the past half hour?” His voice had never sounded so cold. “Add?” she whimpered. “Give that girl a gold star. Class dismissed.”

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